"Immediately," he reassured her. He had no doubt that Oliver was among the players that Quinn kept tabs on -- he had a feeling that she knew of just about every player in the league. Elias was pretty pleased with himself when Quinn responded as he had expected to his comment on her appearance. Being a bit overly concerned with his appearance himself, he had no trouble understanding the seeker's response.
The clock chimed from the living room and Elias glanced down at his own golden watch, startled at how late it had already gotten. If he wanted to catch Oliver before he went to bed, he would have to leave straight away. He was distracted from his planning by Quinn's next question, and considered his answer carefully. "I'm not sure he'll need to know anything more than a few details. It wouldn't be fair to you if you were the only one in the dark, would it?" The truth was that Elias hadn't figured out his strategy yet -- but he guessed that Oliver would be less opposed to going on a date with a player from another team than Quinn would be. He didn't think the handsome man would need much convincing, and he seriously doubted Quinn would mind once she saw him. "I can assure you, you will not be disappointed."
With a tragic sigh, as though there was nothing worse than being called away from their evening too soon, Elias finished his glass of whiskey and replaced it as carefully as he could on the table, though it thudded a bit more loudly than it might have done if this was his first drink of the evening. "I should probably head home, before you can change your mind," he told her, choosing to leave their conversation at that, rather than answer her latest question. The withholding-of-information strategy seemed to be working well on her, and he wasn't going to change course now. Not when it was all going so well.
As he stood to leave, Elias swayed a bit but caught himself quickly. He hoped Quinn hadn't noticed, but then again, perhaps she had had enough to drink that she wouldn't notice or care. He knew he was a bit too inebriated to risk apparition, but headed toward the door anyway, not wanting to admit to Quinn that the liquor had affected him so much. He would just walk around for a bit and try to sober up, or maybe find a pub where he could use the fireplace.
He made it to the front of Quinn's home without running into anything, which he was quite proud of, but when he reached to grab his coat off of Quinn's silly hooks it did take him a second to grab the right one. Pulling his coat on, he turned back to his friend and gave her one last grin. "Now don't let me down, Quinn. I'm really going to talk you up, so live up to expectations, won't you?" He gave her a quick farewell hug, expressed his thanks and compliments again for the dinner, and stepped out into the dark, chilly night, his mind overflowing with plans to ensure that Quinn and Oliver were a success.
